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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 18, 2008 0:46:31 GMT -5
Vanessa relaxed back against him as he massaged and let her eyes skim the pages. She'd always loved this book and had read it several times, starting in tenth grade. As she read about Fiver's premonition and the brothers' talk with the Chief Rabbit, tiredness finally overtook her. She'd been working all day, most of the time scrubbing on her hands and knees, and Gabriel's gentle hands on her back made her melt. She rolled her shoulders when she felt the knot undo and stood slowly. She sat down on the couch before curling up with her head on his lap. Thanks, Gabers. You're the best. Her voice was thick with exhaustion as she curled into a smaller ball. She must be getting sick because, despite her high temperature, she was awfully chilly.
Tell me a story, Gabe. About anything. It could be about your day at work or a made up story. She turned her head to smile up at him like a little girl, eyes half-closed already as she laid her head back down. Tell me a... Her voice trickled off as a dark, warm blanket of sleep descended on her. She fell into a light sleep, hands tucked under her head where it rested on Gabriel's leg. The rest of her body slowly relaxed but never truly lost the tension that came from always being guarded.
------>Some time later...
Vanessa blinked her eyes open slowly, regaining sense of where she was. She lifted her head to find a pillow beneath her head instead of Gabe's surprisingly comfortable leg. She stretched languidly and swung her legs over the side of the couch. Gabriel? Her soft voice carried through the apartment but there was no answer. Scent wouldn't help her, seeing as the whole apartment had one main scent that wouldn't lead her anywhere but in circles. So.. hearing it would me. She stood with a slight push of her legs and walked quickly towards the kitchen. A light laugh filled her ears and she turned her head inquisitively towards it. With quick, furtive steps, she moved to the door and paused, listening. A distinctly female voice filled the young woman's senses.
Gabe, you can't tell me you don't miss me.
Okay, you win, his voice sounded amused to Vanessa's surprised ears. I'll be at your place around seven, okay?
You won't regret tonight, babe.
Vanessa wheeled away from the door, heart pounding painfully in her chest. Tears welled in her ebony eyes. She trembled as she tried to contain the wolf within her. Running to the bathroom, she lost the chips she'd just recently consumed and slumped against the toilet. So, he was meeting a girl. So what? So what if he lied to her? So what if it made her feel like someone was punching her in the stomach? It was his life, and she had no right to be upset - she had no reason to be upset! She stood shakily and rinsed out her mouth before going back out to the kitchen. She needed to do something with her hands or she'd lose it. She picked up the pen and started writing foods down on the list - anything that came to mind was put down. She didn't lift her head when he walked back in.
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 18, 2008 1:51:02 GMT -5
Gabe let himself get lost in the motions of massaging her back, clearing his thoughts and trying not to let it bother him how close she was, and at the same time so far. As the knot began to loosen, she rolled her shoulders and stood up. He watched her sit beside him and leaned back as it became clear that she meant to rest with her head in his lap. "It's no problem," he murmured as he unfolded the blanket he'd used overnight and draped it over her. His fingers went hesitantly to her hair and he brushed it gently a few times, away from her face. She begged him to tell her a story, and he smiled gently down at her. "A story..." he mused, stilling his hand as he stared at the blank TV as if for inspiration. However, her voice trailed off and he realised she was asleep. Smiling, he lifted the book she'd been reading and flipped through to where the rabbits find Keehar. After reading for a time, his sensitive ears caught the sound of footsteps approaching his door. With an inhuman swiftness, he set the book down, gently replaced his lap with a pillow for Vanessa, and went to open the door for the stranger before they could wake Vanessa with a knock.
It was Tara, a woman who'd been a regular at the bookstore for a long time. They had had a fling once, a long time ago. He had ended it, as usual, but she kept coming into the store and trying to get him to go out, or at least talk to her outside of work, again. It was a tough situation. Gabe had like her well enough, but he hadn't let her close to him. She wasn't the right one. None of them had been right; none but the woman on his couch right now. Tara was standing on concrete pathway, stopped in her tracks as if surprised to see him in the doorway. He sighed, glanced in at Vanessa asleep on the couch, and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
"How did you find my apartment?"
She stepped up, brushing her hair behind her ears. He recognised it as a nervous habit she used to have. She ignored his question, staring at his closed door.
"Is there someone in there?"
"I'm sorry, but that's not any of your business."
"Jenny gave me your address."
Gabe shook his head in anger. Work was the only place where his address was given out, and it was only for legal reasons. He had to have an address to have a job. Simple as that. Jenny was not his boss. She was an older woman who worked the registers, sweet and loving, but she had had no right to give his address to anyone.
"She didn't mean any harm. She knows we used to go out, and I just told her I was moving tomorrow and needed your address to send you some mail."
"You're moving?"
"Of course not, silly."
"...Why did you come here?"
His voice was soft, puzzled rather than angry. She looked down and tucked her hair behind her ear again. Her eyes went to the closed door again, narrowed in suspicion.
"I wanted to see you. I need to talk to you."
"Now's not a good time, Tara."
To his surprise, she laughed.
"Gabe, it's never a good time with you!"
She paused, then looked at him with imploring eyes.
"Gabe, you can't tell me you don't miss me."
He smirked a little bit, then shook his head with a short laugh. She never gave up. It was unbelievable. She was just as bad as he was with Vanessa. However, he felt he owed her some time for face-to-face discussion. He put a smile on, for Tara.
"Okay, you win. I'll be at your place around seven, okay?"
"You won't regret tonight, babe," she said, smiling flirtatiously. He hesitated, narrowing his eyes as he shook his head. As he hesitated, he thought he heard the pattering of feet from within the apartment.
"Don't call me babe. I'm coming over, Tar, but it's just to talk, okay? I know I made it clear that we're long over."
She pouted a little, but bounced back just as quickly with a casual shrug and gave him another grin.
"Whatever you say, Gabe. I'll see you tonight."
She flounced away. Gabe leaned back against the closed door, hands sliding into his pockets, and watched her go. He had to be sure she was gone.
When he finally went back inside, Vanessa wasn't on the couch. There was a slight sour smell in the air, but he couldn't place it. He closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen, a bad feeling knotting his stomach. There was no reason for him to feel guilty. Vanessa and he were as over as he and Tara were. Besides, he was only going over to talk. However, no matter how he rationalised it, he still felt guilt churn his stomach. Vanessa was seated at the table, scribbling furiously on the list she had been working on earlier. As he came up beside her, he saw a lot of random food being listed, as if she was not paying attention fully to what she was writing. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder, a little uneasy. "You have a good nap?" He asked, trying to sound casual even with all the tension that seemed to be emanating from her.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 18, 2008 6:41:35 GMT -5
Vanessa heard him walk in, could sense him with every fiber of her being. She didn't realize he was going to gently touch her shoulder and was coiled so tight that when he did she wrenched it out from under his gasp. Yeah, she said icily, ... I had a good nap. With a swiftness that mocked his, she stood and moved away to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She went over to the bed and sat down in it, clutching her knees to her chest and rocking slowly, forehead rested on her knees. Well, if there were any doubts before, there were none now. Gabe had moved on, and she didn't blame him. A tear slid down her face, leaving a light line behind it. She wiped it away impatiently and stood, her whold body hunched as if to keep the truth from penetrating.
She whipped her blankets off the bed and folded them over before grabbing her box of clothes. She laid the blankets shakingly down on top and lifted the box before setting it down and sinking to the floor, back against the bed. She cradled her head in her hands, body trembling as she fought the urge to shift and run. She wouldn't let him affect her like this. She was strong than him; she didn't need him. But even as she forced herself to think these things, her heart was crumbling. It was true. Nothing was ever as good in reality as it was in the books. Wiping her eyes, she dried her tears and stood, lifting her box and going out to the living room where she stood a good six feet away from him. Thanks for letting me crash here, but it's not going to work out. I'll see you around. But probably not. She could hear the unspoken words as clear as he probably could. Spinning, she head for the door, tripping in her haste and sending her clothes flying as she hit the floor with a loud thud. Bloody great, she muttered and stood slowly, massaging her forearm where she'd hit the hardest.
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 18, 2008 15:11:03 GMT -5
Gabe stepped back in alarm as she yanked her shoulder from his touch. The cold tone in her voice caught him by surprise. He could only stand in shock and watch as she went back into the bedroom, slamming the door as she went. Gripping the back of the chair she had just vacated, he steadied himself, his mind whirling. What had just happened? He couldn't grasp it. His first thought was that she had overheard him speaking to Tara, and had become struck with jealousy. However, that was merely wishful thinking. She didn't want him, she had made that quite clear. The only other option he could think of was that she had gotten too close again, and she had to run. This one at least made sense to him. He could certainly relate, and as painful as it was when it was happening to him, he could not condemn her for it.
He slowly made his way toward the door, arms crossed and hands cupping his elbows as if he were cold. His fist rose to knock, but he lost his nerve. Defeated, his whole body slumped and he leaned a forearm and his forehead against the door, his eyes closed tightly. There was nothing he could do if she had decided to run again. Standing up straight, he was just about to turn to sit on the couch when she came bursting out again. His fears were confirmed as he noted the box she was toting. Clenching his jaw, he tried to keep his composure as he forced himself to listen to what she had to say.
"Thanks for letting me crash here, but it's not going to work out. I'll see you around."
Gabe flinched as if she had slapped him. The insinuation that she wouldn't see him was so clear, it was as if she had said it aloud. Then she tripped, and all thoughts of the painful rejection fled from his mind. He ran to her side, reaching for her. However, he stayed his hands just before touching her. She was getting up on her own, and judging from her reaction to his touch in the kitchen, she would not appreciate his help. He wanted to ask her so many things, like "Do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?" or "Are you okay?" but they remained unvoiced. Instead, he watched her get up, his hands retreating to his sides, and said simply, "Where will you go?"
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 18, 2008 23:08:14 GMT -5
Vanessa had seen him flinch at her cold implication, and it was what ultimately led to her falling. She'd been so focused on the painful throb of her heart, the guilt, the anger, the pain - - when she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, she tended to trip over her own feet. As she began to stand, she could sense Gabe coming closer, hands reaching out to help her before freezing and retreating. She squeezed her eyes shut to block the tears that were forming. No, no, no. You will not let him see you cry. You will not give him a reason to think you're even more of a moron after last night's spectacle at the club. Take a deep breath, damnit, and get over it. He likes her; you... Well, I don't have to go into that, do I? It really doesn't matter. Right? Does it?
She hated him in that instant for making her feel so confused, so helpless, so worthless. But even as she made herself think she hated him, she really hated herself. Why couldn't she have been good enough for him? Anger and sadness welled through her and she jumped at him, beating her fists against his chest like a little girl who was angry with her father. Gradually, her fists slowed as the anger washed out of her and all that was left was unbearable sadness. She fought against the change even as she turned her face away to hide the tears rolling quickly down her face, leaving numerous trails behind. Her body was hunched as she once again forced the pain deeper. I don't know. Her whisper was barely audible for a wolf's human ears. She cleared her throat, wiping at her eyes as she spoke more clearly. Come on, Gabe, look at me. Some guys would be dying to have me in their apartment. I'll go find one. She forced her face into a mask of confidence and unworriedness.
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 19, 2008 0:32:27 GMT -5
Gabe stood helplessly as she stood up and steadied herself. It hurt to not be able to help her, but he couldn't take her pulling away from him again. He just couldn't; the pain would destroy him. Suddenly, with no warning, she leaped at him and began striking his chest with her fists. The wind was knocked out of him at first, because it was so unexpected, but as she continued, he tensed his chest and stomach muscles and took the beating. His arms went around her and held her and slowly, the blows subsided. He didn't want to release her; the tears were flowing and he wanted nothing more than to continue holding her, but he didn't want her to reject him once more. He gently released her and stepped back slightly.
"Come on, Gabe, look at me. Some guys would be dying to have me in their apartment. I'll go find one."
He flinched again, this time at the thought of Vanessa being in someone else's apartment, another man's apartment, napping on another man's couch. There was a physical pain this time, all too familiar. "I am looking at you, 'Nessa. I only see you. You must know that..." He trailed off, not wanting to open that can of worms. "And you know what I see? I see a beautiful woman, but one that's lying to me and lying to herself." He snapped. "You go to some random guy's apartment and see if a huge wolf isn't sleeping outside all night, keeping an ear out for trouble." Gabe was towering over her, not trying to intimidate her or bully her, but to make her understand. He was shaking with emotion, and had to hold back from his instinct to want to shift, and also the instinct to grab the woman in front of him and holding her again, begging her not to leave him. "You won't be rid of me so easily, not while you're in trouble." He said, his voice and eye softer now.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 19, 2008 1:09:28 GMT -5
Vanessa nearly melted in his arms but quickly stepped back, which she noticed him do too. She saw him flinch again when she said she'd go stay at some guy's place and a quick flicker of triumph blazed within her before being smothered with guilt. I am looking at you, 'Nessa. I only see you. You must know that... And you know what I see? I see a beautiful woman, but one that's lying to me and lying to herself. His words were snapped at her, but she didn't even notice. She tried to puzzle out his words. He only saw her? Did that... Was it even conceivable... He thought she was beautiful. She nearly melted infront of him. She swallowed twice, fighting back the urge to shift. What am I lying about, Gabriel?
When he went on to talk about what would happen if she went to another guy's apartment, her heart soared. Even if it was just to keep a friend safe, he would still stay with her. Her heart fluttered in her chest as tears welled in her eyes... again. She was quite intimidated as he stood over her and cowered back, afraid he was angry and might strike her but knowing better all the same. When he mentioned she was in trouble, however, her mind went blank with annoyance. Gabriel, I'm not a pup. I can look after myself. I don't need a lookout dog. Even if I want one. She wondered if she'd put too much emphasis on the word 'need.' She bit her lip, rubbing her hurt elbow as she stared up at him. She wanted to stay with him, she didnt want to run. But if he was with someone, she wasn't sure she could handle it.
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 19, 2008 2:19:01 GMT -5
OoC: If you don't like anything about this, let me know.
"What am I lying about, Gabriel?"
Gabe blanched, unsure how to respond. His words were spoken in the heat of the moment, and he hadn't truly thought them out. Instead of answering, he backed up slowly until the backs of his knees hit the couch. He sank into the couch and leaned over, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. This was something he didn't want to get into, didn't want to address. When he spoke, his voice was void of emotion. "You said we wouldn't work, 'Nessa. You told me you didn't want to be with me." He lifted his head up, staring at the wall rather than at her. "But, you have to see how right we could be together..." He had used those words once before, about them being right together. It had not ended well.
"I know you're not a pup." He finally met her eyes, his brows wrinkling. "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to take care of you." Gabe felt defeated and nervous. He had no idea how to go about this conversation anymore. Everything he had not wanted to bring up, he had spoken. All the old pain resurfaced, and he felt like going into the woods, shifting and running wild and free. Being lupine always helped clear his thoughts. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, thoroughly messing it up. "Look, if you don't want to stay here with me, I understand. I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you so upset." He stood up and walked towards the door, looking wistfully out the front window at the trees, at escape.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 19, 2008 6:26:05 GMT -5
Vanessa's whole body quivered. He'd spoken those words aloud once before, and it had ended them. Because of her. She held her hands to her face, trying to figure out what to do. This was crazy. Her emotions were zinging around her insides and turning them to mush. The realization had dawned moments before he spoke it. Could she really dare think this was true? What if she was still asleep, fantasizing what she wanted to happen? Her heart thumped, a mixture of excitement and fear making it nearly painful. When he went on about wanting to take care of her - knowing she wasn't a pup and still wanting to take care of her... her knees nearly gave out on her. Maybe.... maybe. Maybe he felt for her what she felt for him.
She hadn't realized he'd moved and he was already almost to the door. She ran across the room and grabbed his arm, spinning him around. Her eyes searched his, hope and surprise and fear mingled in her soft gaze. Before she thought about it, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him, eyes closing as she felt the sweet relief that it was to finally touch him, even if it was uncertain. V held him tightly, as if afraid he was going to leave - just like she'd left him. Her grip tightened on him as she thought about it. It would be his right to leave. Her eyes swam. Quickly, she stepped away from him, hugging her arms to herself. I'm sorry, Gabe. So, so sorry. I don't have any right... I...[/i]
She turned and went over to the freezer and opened the refrigerator door. Okay. So... what do you want for dinner that I don't have to go out for, since you have a special date tonight? Wouldn't want you to be late, would we? She clenched her teeth as she stared into the fridge next. She'd like for him to be very, very late - as in, never go. But she'd be a good friend. She turned around and smiled at him, trying to force the saddness from it as she did. And you can't go out like that, goofball.
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 20, 2008 0:28:23 GMT -5
When she grabbed him, he spun around towards her instinctively and he could only look into her eyes, where his own emotions were mirrored. Then her arms were around him and she was leaning against him, into his chest. Surprised, his arms slipped around her, hands clasping behind her back and chin resting on her head. Just as suddenly as she had ended up in his arms, she pulled away. He frowned as he saw the tears in her eyes, the insecure way she hugged herself. "'Nessa, what-" Her words were nonsensical.
He watched her walk to the fridge, changing the subject completely.
"Okay. So... what do you want for dinner that I don't have to go out for, since you have a special date tonight? Wouldn't want you to be late, would we? And you can't go out like that, goofball."
Cocking his head, he crossed his arms. "Wait, what are you talking about?" His mind whirled quickly, and landed on his conversation with Tara. The sound he had heard, like pattering feet. The way Vanessa had acted when he came back inside. It all added up. He reached out, brushing her arm gently. "'Nessa. Were you listening to me at the door?" Pulling out a chair at the table for her, he motioned for her to sit as he scooted out another chair to face hers. "You need to tell me what this is all about, please. If this is about me and that woman I was talking to, you have completely the wrong idea." He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped between his knees.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 20, 2008 0:44:47 GMT -5
Vanessa turned slowly away from the refigerator when he brushed her arm lightly. Thrills of sparks ran up and down the length of her arm where he'd touched her. For a moment, she couldn't catch her breath. Nessa, were you listening to me at the door? When he indicated the chair before him, she moved quietly to it and sat gracefully, tucking one leg beneath herself. I wasn't spying or anything, I swear! I woke up and I didn't know where you were so I was looking and I heard voices... I didn't mean to eavesdrop. How she wished she hadnt. You need to tell me what this is all about, please. Ugh. Gabe, I just don't want to be in your way. If I wasn't here, she could have come in then and you wouldn't have had to wait to see her. I could have left for a bit while she was here. You only had to ask.
If this is about me and that woman I was talking to, you have completely the wrong idea. She wrung her hands nervously. Could it be worse? Maybe they were engaged. Her eyes widened in shock before narrowing in anger. That woman would pay. Resignation took over. No, she wouldn't. Because Vanessa wouldn't hurt anyone Gabe loved. She dug her nails into her forearm without thinking, almost breaking the skin. She stared at the four cresents left from her nails. Lifting her gaze to his, Vanessa spoke in a soft, sad, resigned voice. Gabe... it doesn't matter what I think. We're friends. Her voice broke on the word and she had to take a deep breath before going on. I... Well, whoever she is, she's not good enough for you, Gabers. She stared at her hands, not even having to force herself to not look at him.
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 20, 2008 1:10:05 GMT -5
Gabe smiled, "I know you weren't spying. I just was trying to figure it out." He puzzled over her explanation, shaking his head as she spoke. She didn't give him time to speak, and he decided to hear her out even if she was wrong. Her eyes were narrowed, and she appeared to be agitated. Then her eyes dropped, and he followed her gaze to her arm. He reached down, taking her hand and rubbing his fingertips gently across the crescents she had made in her skin. For some reason, he found he couldn't look at her either.
He released her hand, finally looking into her face and lifting her chin. "'Nessa, it's not about whether or not someone is good enough for me. None of them are you." There he went, speaking too much again, but he knew he had to get it all out so that she finally understood. He gripped the chair's seat and rocked gently in nervousness."Look, Tara and I went out a few times before I ever met you. I ended it, and we have only talked a few times since. I told her I was going over, that's true, but it's only to talk. I owe it to her to have an honest talk." That's when he realized that he owed Vanessa honesty as well. "'Vanessa Aldaine. I know we're just friends, but you must know how I feel about you. I mean, I thought I made it pretty clear. He rubbed his palms against his thighs, thoroughly nervous. He'd never said those words to her. His eyes were aimed back down, unable to watch her reaction. "There's not been anyone since you, Vanessa, 'cause I'm pretty damn stubborn." He laughed shakily. He didn't respond to her comment on how she wouldn't be good enough for him; he didn't know how to take that comment without reading deeply into it.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 20, 2008 14:05:40 GMT -5
Vanessa's breath caught in her throat. His fingers against her skin were like shocks of electricity through her entire body. When he lifted her chin, her heart stuttered and she knew he would be able to hear it. All of those times reading about butterflies in some poor girl's stomach didn't prepare her for what she felt now. Her chest hurt, but she relished the pain. Her stomach rolled with 'butterflies,' and her eyes filled with unspilled tears. Over and over again she replayed his soft words in her head. 'Nessa, it's not about whether or not someone is good enough for me. None of them are you. I know we're just friends, but you must know how I feel about you. I mean, I thought I made it pretty clear. There's not been anyone since you, Vanessa, 'cause I'm pretty damn stubborn For a moment, she remained very, very quiet. She had the feeling that if someone dropped a pin, it would be the only sound to marr the silence. She lifted her dark blue gaze to meet his and could see her eyes reflected in his - the unadultered happiness, worry, fear, and a pure, warm glow that hadn't ever been in them before - or at least not this vibrant and noticeable - were clear.
She took a deep, steadying breath and stood slowly. She didn't go far, however. Kneeling before him, she lifted his hand from where it was against his thigh and brought it to her lips, letting her lips gently brush his knuckles before holding it to her cheek. Tears tripped lightly down her cheek as she smiled up at him. You should have told me that's how you felt. She closed her eyes and kneeled there for a moment, body against his leg, cheek against his palm. She stood once more and gazed down at him, a secretive smile on her face. Gently, she tugged him to his feet and looped her long arms around his waist, pulling him against her as she rested her cheek on his chest. You didn't answer my question though, Gabers. What do you want to eat?
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Post by Gabriel Hartwick on Nov 21, 2008 1:50:26 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry I wasn't on tonight; I just got home. Worked a lot later than I was supposed to, and I have to get up really early tomorrow to work most of the day. *sigh*
All was silent after his unnerving words, all but the beating of their hearts. Two wild hearts, just able to be heard by their human ears. He could hear the stutter in her heartbeat, and his eyes closed as he concentrated on the sound. She wasn't speaking, so it was the only response he was getting, and he wasn't quite sure what it meant. When he opened his eyes, she was just lifting her own to his, and he met her gaze with an intensity he could not put into his words, with all the unspoken emotion. There was nothing more he could do but wait to see what she would do, what she would want. He was sure they could be perfect together, but was equally sure he would be rejected just as before.
He leaned back in surprise as she kneeled in front of him, and a warm fire spread from the touch of her lips, up his arm, and set fire to his heart, stomach, and face. His cheeks coloured pinkish. The fire was quenched quickly by her tears, and he leaned over, brushing her hair back with his free hand and gently kissing her forehead. "Don't cry, 'Nessa, please...I didn't want to tell you, I still can't say the words." His words caught in his throat and his jaw muscles worked as if he were having trouble speaking. Finally, he wrenched more of his reply out. "I didn't want to scare you away, I still don't. It's the only thing I was ever scared of." He stood at her prompting, still not quite believing how close she was willing to be to him at the moment. As she hugged him, he wrapped his arms around her, rested his cheek on the top of her head, and breathed in the soapy smell of her hair.
Her next words distracted and slightly deflated him. She was acting normally again, and he was left in confusion once again. Her mind had gone on to other matters, apparently. He wanted to know how she felt about him, but he didn't want to ask. Instead, he said, "I have some meat in the ice box. Chicken, beef, pork. I also have some pasta and sauce. If you're interested in spaghetti? Otherwise, we can run to the store." He wasn't hungry at all at the moment, but if she wanted to act normally, he would have to try as well. His hand slipped into his pocket, where he kept his cell. He would probably have to cancel with Tara before the appointed time. There was no way he could meet her, not like this.
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Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 21, 2008 6:47:27 GMT -5
ooc: its totally fine. i fell asleep around 10:30, so it's not a big deal. :]
Vanessa smiled up at him, shaking her head slowly. For such a smart guy, Gabers, you sure are stupid. She lifted up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Haven't you seen someone cry when they're happy? V saw him finger something in his pocket and glanced up at him. Don't cancel because of me. You said you owed her this chat. She shook her head slowly and took his hand, always making sure to have at least a finger touching him at all times as she went to the cupboard. Easily, she found the spaghetti and sauce and quickly started making it, one-handed. She turned slowly and just gazed at him for a moment, her hand still holding his. The water behind her was on to boil, and the sauce was already in a container to be put into the microwave to heat. She slid down the counter a bit, pulling him with her.
Letting go of his hand, she brushed his leg with hers as she lifted herself onto the counter. Taking his hand again, she easily began drawing shapes on it without so much as breaking her gaze from him. Well, let's see. You aren't scaring me away, and right now it looks like you'll never be rid of me. I'm just like you, Gabriel. In more things than you think. I appreciate you not pushing me, because that would make me run. I'm almost there, Gabe - I'm almost ready to say it. But I can't, not yet, not when there's still a chance you'll leave me. I can't. She took a deep breath. Just promise me you won't touch her, otherwise she'll have a few new scars from a very jealous and angry white she-wolf. She smiled, but it didn't travel to her eyes - they remained serious.
[when will you be on tonight, then? im me if you get on. im always on my phone. altho... im going to the movies today with friends so I might not answer rite away. ill ttyl, yeh?]
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